Bourbon, Kentucky bourbon especially, is like Dante’s Inferno in a glass, fire walks down your throat, lungs, and heart and everything in between with an unpleasant after-taste. We got along just fine.

You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe...

You. Aren’t you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.

Lust was edging confusion for the lead. Good sense had fallen far behind.

…It was like he waved his magic wang, and I totally forgot how I’m not a gullible teenager anymore.

It was mostly my mistake.